For all you writers out there, the Christmas story has an amazing plot. I mean, God really knows what he's doing. We saw a video at our Christmas Eve service yesterday that opened my eyes to that fact. Think about it. A powerful, loving king had perfect fellowship with mankind, but through an offense, a purposeful violation of a single law, the fellowship was shattered, never to be joined again, but through reconciliation that man couldn't provide. Over the course of thousands of years, people prophesied that a messiah would come. Someone to bridge that rift opened by the human race. And finally it happened, but in a way nobody imagined. In a tiny town, a baby was born. He didn't have a room, midwife or even a crib to be born into, but a barn, in the midst of animals, in a feeding trough, no less. And thus the prophesied savior was born, as a poor, homeless child, not as the powerful, dominating king everyone had imagined. I've had a great two days for Christmas! Christmas Eve, we opened stockings and went to my dad's parent's house to celebrate. Today, we waited for my dad to call, "Ho! Ho! Ho!" up the stairs, came downstairs, sang a couple of songs, opened gifts, watched a new Tim Hawkins movie I got and had Mom's side of the family over at our place. Between gifts (jewelry, movies, girly, pampery things (such as body wash, nail polish, lotion, hand scrub, makeup, etc.), writerly things, books, clothes, (my new favorite outfit, displayed to the right) yummy candy) and family, I've had an amazing Christmas. I rip off the wrapping and tear through the box, till I end up with 45 new pairs of socks. This peppermint winter is so sugar sweet. I don't need to taste to believe. What's December without Christmas Eve? Haha! I only got three pairs of socks:) And I have this little idiosyncrasy that drives everyone else crazy on Christmas. I can't bear to rip packages. I always have to try to disconnect the tape from the paper without damaging anything. Therefore, it takes forever for me to open presents. It's really annoying when we're opening group presents. You know, the ones that have all the same thing, so you have to open them all at the same time.
And what's with the lack of snow? I wanted to wear my new writer's sweater over my new writer's shirt with my new PJ pants, but it was too warm and I kept overheating. Isn't Christmas supposed to have snow? "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...." "Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!" "Baby it's cold outside..." "Walking in a winter wonderland..." "Dashing through the snow..." Hello, anyone? Well, hope you all had a good Christmas! Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
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Jessica
12/25/2014 01:35:07 pm
Hannah,
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Ruth Anna
12/25/2014 11:56:55 pm
Merry Christmas!
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Jesus girl! (aka Hannah)
12/28/2014 09:47:16 am
Merry Christmas, all!
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
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